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Arthur stood at the doorway of the bathroom, how long could it possibly take for that git to take a shower?
"Al? Are you going to be much longer? I need the bathroom too you know"! He called, slightly at having to wait.
"OH! Yeah, I'll be right out" Arthur raised an eyebrow at the door. Really? Al never listened to him, unless he was planning something for later.
The door opened and His young lover came out, the old Brit took a moment to admire his figure, but then noticed his face, the boy looked so pale, like he'd seen a ghost. Had he been throwing up again?
"Alfred, are you okay you look a bit shaken" Arthur asked, reaching out a concerned hand. Alfred turned and looked at him for a second, just out of arms reach, a sad smile plastered onto his face
"Yeh I'm fine, perfect!"
The English man couldn't help but worry about the way his boyfriend was behaving. The younger boy seemed off in his own world more often than usual, and occasionally he'd catch him with that daft smile on his face.
Other things had changed too, Al ate more of his Cooking more than usual (not that Arthur was complaining), not to mention the almost constant demands for sex had stopped almost immediately.
Nothing was the same, and it had all changed. It was going to break that little boy's heart. But Arthur had already decided that he needed to do it for both of them, hopefully Al could forgive him one day.
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Alfred was walking around the house, doing a clean over of the entire place (apart from the storage). He guessed that from what he had read, he was just about 3 months, because a little invisible belly had started to poke out of his gut. He couldn't quite see it, but he sure as hell knew it was there.
That stupid grin took its place on his face. Two weeks since he took that little test, and it had changed his life so much, that small little life starting to grow inside him was going to be his child, a little Arthur he could hold onto all the time and shower with unconditional love and hamburgers.
He never usually prayed, but he truly hoped Arthur would want this child as much as he did.
Al's smile faded slightly. There was one small thing Matthew had told him not to far back, something that really upset him. But the American was sure it would affect his relationship to much.
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Arthur had been planning this for a month. The only reason he hadn't followed through was because he couldn't bear to do it when his young lover was suddenly ill. The so called gentle man was considering just not going through with it, but the arrangements were made already, everything was set for him to get it over and done with. Alfred had invited him over, for reasons Arthur had no idea to, but it was probably the best time.
The Brit stepped out of the cab, paying the fare walking up the concrete path to the American's home. The sun had almost set completely behind the horizon, leaving shadows on the pavement around him.
The door was unlocked, Arthur sighed, Al should really take more care, what if a burglar came? The metal clicked behind him as the door shut.
The silence was the most disturbing thing. The loud obnoxious laughter that used to echo around the house had been silenced; the sitcoms that his little American loved so dearly were never on the large LCD TV, his large eyebrows furrowed together, where on earth could that prick be? He climbed upstairs and began to look around.
He found the younger nation in his room, fast asleep in the large king sized bed. Arthur's pixie friend sat on his shoulder, having tagged along for the ride.
"Arthur is a bad person" it growled, crossing its arms and pouting.
"Shove it" Arthur growled back, batting it away. The pixie flew off in a huff.
The older man walked over, the bed creaked as he climbed over the sheets to the large lump in the middle. He couldn't help but smirk at the sleeping face poking of the dark blue covers. The smile faltered, he looked so peaceful, this was going to be harder then he first guessed.
He placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, shaking him slowly into the world of the living.
A small frown appeared on the sleeping blonds' face as he was unwillingly awakened.
"hmmmpf… oh Iggy, you're here early" a tired smile was plastered over his face. Arthur fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"I'm an hour late, you bloody git" he snapped, Alfred laughed at him, breaking the brit's heart.
"That's a bit hard to beli… Oh so you are" amazing how a sentence could be changed with a glance at an alarm clock.
Alfred climbed out of bed, grinning like a mad thing. He slipped a baggy t-shirt on so he wasn't wandering around in his American flag boxers. After slipping on his glasses the two made their way back down the dark stairway, Al flicking on lights along the way.
"Sorry, I dozed off; it's been a hectic day" Alfred smiled; the older man noticed the shadows making their way under the younger ones eyes.
"So do you want a drink or anything" Alfred offered, making his way to the kitchen to get a drink of soda.
"No I'm fine, thankyou" he heard the click-fizz and chugging sound as Alfred poured himself a glass of coka-cola. He walked back into the living room, sipping the drink through one of those ridiculous crazy straws.
The English man shuffled on the spot, keeping his gaze to the ground al was oblivious to the tense atmosphere that seemed to radiate from his companion.
Alfred was ecstatic, this would be the perfect time to tell his Lover about their soon to be child. He bite down on the straw so that his grin didn't crack his face open. He took a deep breath.
"Arthur I-" "I'm Breaking up with you"
Silence followed for what seemed like eternity to both of them. Alfred was staring at Arthur, words unable to come forward.
The quiet stretched on for some longer. Alfred lowered himself onto the coffee table, soda next to him and face buried in his hands, a few minutes passed and sobbing sounds came from the boy.
"Al? Alfred are you okay"? the Brit reached out a hand to try and touch him.
"im not fucking stupid" Alfred snapped, fat tears falling into the hands under his face.
Arthur flinched back as if stung by a snake. "wh-what are you talking about? Don't be a prat"!
"don't act dumb, I know you've been screwing Francis behind my back" more sobs came forth.
Arthur stood, how the hell had Alfred known? He didn't have time to voice this question as the glass of soda flew across the room and shattered on the wall behind him.
"get out" the voice didn't sound like Alfred's, but it defiantly seemed to be.
"Al, please-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Alfred pegged a lap at him, the not-so-gentleman barely managed to duck it and run out the door, as he ran down the street he could have sworn he heard Alfred's screams and crying
Arthur's eyes shot open with a gasp. His mouth was dry and his eyes and cheeks felt wet from tears. Dark red beed sheets tangled around his body.
Above him was a worried looking Frenchman, shaking him.
"Mon Cher, what is the matter"? Francis' Large blue eyes looked down on him, for a split second he could've sworn they looked just like Alfred's. Fresh tears started spilling from the green orbs and down the already soaked cheeks.
"Arthur, , please, tell me what's wrong" the Brit was pulled into a gentle hug, a hand running up and down his back to try and sooth him.
"nothing, nothings wrong" he hiccupped into his current lover's shoulder "Just a bad dream"
Okay, warning, anyone who says this is short, im setting Ivan on you. *Ivan- Kolkolkolkol*
i came down with a nasty cold, but this is what i came up with in my time lying in bed and watching anime on the couch. ENJOY!
Arthur- i still cant believe you!
Ivan- i think she is a genious
Me- thank you so much Ivan *gives Ivan a cookie*
Alfred- Can i have a cookie *gets a cookie*
Francis- Can i have a little something? *eyebrow wiggle*
Me- =_=" *Hides behind Ivan* GET HIM!!
